104 My son

As Linda stirred from her sleep, she found herself sprawled out on the couch, the remnants of her interrupted nighttime reading scattered around her. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she stretched her weary limbs, feeling the stiffness of a restless night's sleep settling into her bones. Throughout the long hours of darkness, Linda had been plagued by recurring dreams, each one hauntingly familiar yet shrouded in mystery. In her dreams, Vladimir appeared before her, his voice soft and pleading as he whispered words of love and longing. She found herself drawn to him, inexplicably drawn into his embrace as she sought solace in his arms. Shaking off the remnants of her dreams, Linda made her way downstairs to the dining room, where Marcel awaited her. Determination burned within her as she resolved to confront him about Vladimir, hoping to glean any information that might shed light on her mysterious past. As she picked at her food, lost in thought, Linda couldn't help but feel